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Not as a joke, as a I actually have to correct myself to call him Socrates thing.

It is from hearing his name at a lecture I went with my mom as a little kid, and thinking everyone was weird to be going on and on about this guy named after a ball game, soccer, then later trying to recall his name Football-tees was what I came up with, and it stuck to this day.

Now you go. What is something silly about your thoughts or that you do that most people don't know about?

I always tell the cats what dinner they're having, "Prawns Henry! Your favourite! You have whitefish Sheldon." I know that Henry's favourite food is Ocean fish in a white sauce with spinach, so I keep special tins of it for special occasions or when he needs a pick me up! Sheldon likes anything with liver. I would think it rude to give them food without saying out loud what it is.

When I pack Lucy into the car to go home from work I worry that I might have a car crash on the way home, so I always give her a kiss and tell her I love her, just in case that's the last interaction we ever have.

When I pack Lucy into the car to go home from work I worry that I might have a car crash on the way home, so I always give her a kiss and tell her I love her, just in case that's the last interaction we ever have.

This is the silly post in this thread because it is far from a silly thing to do. That is the sweetest thing ever Sarah and I hope to remember this when I have my own lil ones.

You won't need to remember it Jaz, your brain will just make you do it, because mommy brains get funny like that.

When mine were all tiny I did the same thing, only my version was every time I had to leave without them I had to hug and kiss them and tell them I love them and have them acknowledge that I was leaving but would be back. Both in case something happened and it was the last time they ever saw me that would be their memory, and also so they would never think they were being abandoned.

When mine were all tiny I did the same thing, only my version was every time I had to leave without them I had to hug and kiss them and tell them I love them and have them acknowledge that I was leaving but would be back. Both in case something happened and it was the last time they ever saw me that would be their memory, and also so they would never think they were being abandoned.

When i was young, if i saw a stuffed animal on the floor when i was going to bed and it was face down, i'd turn it over so it wouldn't have carpet in its face/mouth all night. And every last stuffed toy had its own personality.

When I see roadkill, I make the sign of the cross.
So someone said a prayer for it, at least once in it's life.
I feel like sponsor, in case it goes to heaven.
I feel like I'll meet a small army of roadkill animals at the pearly gates. "Yeah, it's cool, they're with me."

I don't know if this counts as "silly" but for a brief period a few years back, me and my friend would intentionally run over roadkill. We'd even swerve onto the shoulder to run it over even more. It was just to freak people out, especially when they saw a car swerve onto the shoulder to run over an already dead animal. we finally stopped when there was a stink and a little piece of carcass hanging from the bumper. We had a good run though...

i like to wave at people i like on the telly. if i like them especially i say 'hello ( insert name of the person on tv ) ' and wave excessively.

Me too! I have a bad habit of clapping whenever other people are and that includes on TV and when people are clapping for me after happy birthday or something and I'm sat there clapping back HOORAY CLAPPING face.

While drunk, my friend and I stole a buoy off a boat.
We drew a face on it and called him Tama, which is the Maori word for boy. We pronounce bouy like boy here in nz.
I kept him for about 6 years. We wanted to set him free into the sea when it was time to get rid of him. But bloke just deflated him. I couldn't even watch.

I didn't know what a fart was until I was 7. Not that I didn't know the WORD for a fart, but I didn't know that act had certain social implications in our culture. I have no idea how that happened. I didn't watch much TV and my siblings failed at their job of educating me about the ways of the world. It's actually pretty bizarre because I did interact with humans those first 7 years. I promise.

This conversation took place some time when my sister and her friend were 10 and I was 7.

[a fart occurs]Sister's BFF: Did you fart?Mini-labelleza: I don't know.Sister: How do you not know?Mini-labelleza: What's a fart?Sister and SBFF: WHAT?[they explain]Mini-labelleza: Oh yeah. I did that.

I didn't know what a fart was until I was 7. Not that I didn't know the WORD for a fart, but I didn't know that act had certain social implications in our culture. I have no idea how that happened. I didn't watch much TV and my siblings failed at their job of educating me about the ways of the world. It's actually pretty bizarre because I did interact with humans those first 7 years. I promise.

This conversation took place some time when my sister and her friend were 10 and I was 7.

[a fart occurs]Sister's BFF: Did you fart?Mini-labelleza: I don't know.Sister: How do you not know?Mini-labelleza: What's a fart?Sister and SBFF: WHAT?[they explain]Mini-labelleza: Oh yeah. I did that.

I was the same with "boner." I mean, I didn't find out what it meant embarrassingly late, but everyone seemed to know before I did. 5th grade, whatever. When I finally deduced it, and I remember that moment with great detail for some reason, I had that same kind of reaction.

*or vise versa. The army of roadkill, may be like- "It's cool. She's with us, let her in, and we'll be responsible for the clueless heathen."

Making the sign of the cross is really saying an actual prayer though, is it? I mean there a lot of actions I make as reflex when I see certain things, but I don't really think twice about them. Are you saying you actually take the time to say a prayer? Or am I confused and Catholics actually think that making the sign of the cross is the same thing as saying a prayer?

When I see roadkill, I make the sign of the cross.
So someone said a prayer for it, at least once in it's life.
I feel like sponsor, in case it goes to heaven.
I feel like I'll meet a small army of roadkill animals at the pearly gates. "Yeah, it's cool, they're with me."

I was the same with "boner." I mean, I didn't find out what it meant embarrassingly late, but everyone seemed to know before I did. 5th grade, whatever. When I finally deduced it, and I remember that moment with great detail for some reason, I had that same kind of reaction.

"Oh, yeah, I get those a lot." Not out loud, of course.

Same thing with me and orgasms!

Probably everyone thinks they invented the orgasm at first though. Didn't Palahniuk write a book about this? This sounds like something he would write a book about.

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